Verse 1: Could I have my faith in you, without knowing how to show you? Could I take a break from you without feeling that I owe you? If I fall in love despite all my reservations, could I turn these stars into a constellation?
Verse 2: I wish you and I were mended; I wish all of this were fair. If only this weren’t how it ended, as you call me a betrayer. If I could just stay face despite all your accusations, I could turn these stars into a constellation.
Verse 3: If I played on my piano, would you join with your guitar? Would this just be a fiasco, would we even make it very far? If you held my hand, could we find some revelation? Could we turn these stars into a constellation?
Chorus: Patterns in the night, from tiny sparks of light. I know this isn’t wrong, but it doesn’t feel quite right. How did you convince yourself to quit? And how can I make sense of all of this?